Where do you go in one day?
I don’t like the way my days are at present. I hate it when I feel like I’m being tossed and turned by events rather than shaping them.
Today has gone down… then further down.. then semi up.. then down.. then up.. then up… then down… then up… then ….
It would be far funnier if it happened to someone else!!!
Ok.. to start with – my normal ride to work Driver has gone off rotation for a week. The Production Supervisor promptly forgot to collect me this morning. Never a Good Start.
Then we have issues at work.
I went to breath test the workers. This was not well received for six different reasons. Firstly, because I breath tested them yesterday and someone got fired for blowing over. Secondly, because I arrived with a coin to toss to determine whether they got tested and they “preferred to just blow”. Thirdly, it wasnt random enough despite aforementioned “just blow”. Fourthly, why was I testing for the second day in a row. Fifthly, why arent “they” being tested over there. Sixthly, and most mind bogglingly “it’s not start time for another 3 minutes so I’m not being paid so therefore I don’t have to be tested”.
ING (Thats my Terry Pratchett joke for the Day – see WNTC) HELL.
I wish I could get the pride that my TB 2 and TB 3 workers had – pride in always being 0.00 here.. these men just grumble.
Then I picked up someone else for not wearing a seatbelt. Even better – he’d been given a caution not ten minutes ago by the POLICE for not wearing a seatbelt. And when I suggested that this was a sackable offence.. and not wearing seatbelts is something I find personally incomprehensible, I was told I was over-reacting. That kept happening for a while.
The first blip up was I spoke with a lovely lovely lady who is hopefully part of the next Thing. This is part of Plan Woolly. Or at least – How I plan to Pay for Plan Woolly . Wait til you hear this one!!!!
The worst thing that can happen on a project managed to happen. We have had an injury. And it happened to a nice guy. He is a welder and he was grinding. In 38 degree heat. And he stopped to wipe his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. And got metal particles in his eyes. And managed to drive one particle *into* his eye. This is a nice man, to add to the Greeks – he’s Italian, his spoken English is fine, but he doesnt read or write so well. But he is a Nice guy. And we have the same birthdate – just 21 years older than me.
Then.. because I was beginning to doubt myself… I had been grumbled at and sworn at.. and the continuing level of general grump has been getting me down over the past few weeks, I called someone who was my boss at TB 3. And that counts as a massive Up. He has another project coming up…..
Do we want to go back to TB 3??? Back to our lovely mountain and the view? and the birds? Hmmmmmm………
To make matters more complicated – I spoke with another set of people. Who offered me another job… citing the things that I enjoy.. that I like doing as my strengths.
Deep breath… and time to think…
Oh.. and a phone call to M_F to say I don’t understand anything anymore….
And another phone call….. to a real estate agent. And this is where ALL my Yarny and horsy type readers are asked to send ALL their positive vibes.
And if you know of the BBC Show “Keeping Up Appearances” – Hyacinth Bucket’s (Bookay!) catchphrase “room for a pony”. Oh yes… it has room for a pony!!!
And sheepses. And Alpacas. Which given the Mac of my surname…. may need to be referred to as Macapacas.
So.. the actual wheels are turning.. and we’re thinking.
Then ….. in an almost funny repeat of this morning…. they forgot me again. Forgot to take me home.
Which is not quite so bad.
You see….. I’m on sub-contractor rates now… and waiting for an hour for someone to come back and get me, costs them money.
Plan Woolly moves ahead!!!
So, on the whole – I think we’ll chalk that one in the Up column.
A big UP, and you know how much I like boxes – was the arrival of THIS!
Yarn! I hear you crow triumphantly?
Its full of Dogs!
I miss having a dog of my own. It’s not practicable. Kris has a most wonderful friend in the guise of my favorite sort of dog – a Golden Retriever and I do hope, one day, to have another of my own.
So … I sponsor Guide Dog puppies. The Guide Dog Association of South Australia and the Northern Territory lovely people sent me this box today with all sorts of goodies, including the money boxes (one is going to the Front Office in Camp here), calendars, this :
And – of course – a picture of “my” puppy Gracie.
Gracie is 11 weeks old and has just gone out to her puppywalking family in South Australia. The Guide Dog Association has very kindly agreed to let me post Gracie’s progress as she learns to be a guide dog.
So.. thats a big Up.
For another piece of Upness… I though I should post a photo (not current however, Alyssa – it’s made more progress!) of the Wedding Shawl (which reminds me.. I didn’t quite understand the expression “Eskimo Angel”!)so here it is:
And that is me done for the day. I am thinking grateful thoughts. I am grateful that we have found weaknesses in our systems and can rectify them. I am grateful that one of our chief whingers resigned today. I am grateful that I got to speak with someone so positive as the lady from the Next Thing. I am grateful that there are other people who recognise that I can do a good job and would like me to work for them. I am grateful to have the opportunity to sponsor Gracie so that she can be educated to be a fully-fledged Guide Dog. I am grateful for all of you who stop by to share my day, to leave a note and who say hi.
I am grateful for the wonderful day.
Hugs to you all….